Run away

Edris slowly strode into the room and was dumbfounded to find his father, lying in the pool of blood; he couldn't believe his eyes; perhaps they were deceiving him.

"Edris!, Arya killed your father. We saw her with our own eyes and caught her red-handed." Peggy pointedly accused Arya the moment she glimpsed Edris striding into the room.

Arya shook her head in dismay as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what was coming out of Peggy's mouth. She moved back as her back finally hit the wall, and she suddenly wished the ground would open up and swallow her up.

Edris's gaze never left his father's lifeless body, which was lying on the cold floor. As he strode closer and fell to his knees beside his father, hot tears began to pour from his eyes like a heavy downpour of rain. "Father, wake up. It's me, your son, Edris." He whispered in tears, hitting his father softly on the shoulder, for him to wake up.

"I overheard them having a heated argument." Arya was raising her